Free Fall

Chapter 3

"Harder. I'm close, Damian. So close."

His tongue teased and tortured me to the edge of insanity, and then beyond.

His silvery eyes glowed in the pitch-black surrounding us as he peered up at me from his position between my legs.

I start to drop my head back and his mouth leaves me in the same instant.

"Look at me," he barks and I do.

Finally managing to slip my hand out of one of the restrains, tied sloppily in our sexual-tension fuelled rush, I reach down to fist his hair. The deep vibration that comes from deep in his throat electrifies every nerve in that area and it's exactly the extra push I need.

I can't tell if I'm floating or falling as pleasure rips through every ounce of my body and then...

I fall into consciousness like a jump scare and spring upward, completely disoriented. My hands at my sides are tight fists around the soft sheets.

Sweat sheens my arms, legs, hairline, neck, and I tune into a different kind of wetness between my legs.

Oh, my god. I just had a sex dream featuring the hot piece of all-things-sexy sleepy soundly next to me.

Feeling out of breath, I throw my sheet off of me and kick my legs over the side of the bed.

A warm hand wraps around my wrist before I can make my escape and I turn my head to find two silver eyes, torturously like the ones in my sex dream.

"Bathroom," I gasp and pry his fingers off before dashing across the dark room to the ensuite.

I lock the bathroom door behind me just in case and splash the coldest water I can get from the tap over my face three times before my body starts to uncoil and relax.

I stay in the bathroom for a few minutes longer to even out my breathing, and then step back into the room so Damian doesn't start to get suspicious.

The light in the bathroom illuminates the room just enough to see that Damian is sitting up in bed, sheets pooled at his hips, watching me intently.

"How was your dream? Satisfying?"

I have to remind myself to breathe as I comb my hand through my hair.

"What?"

"Damian. Close. So close," he makes his voice higher and breathless as he mocks me.

"F*ck. Me. In the *ss. With a cactus."

"I have another ass-filler in mind that may bring us both as much pleasure as you just dreamt up."

Neither of us says anything for a long moment. For the first time in maybe eight years, I'm at a complete loss for words.

"May," Damian finally says when I take a step toward the door. "Come here."

I watch him as intently as he watches me through the dark room. He sits up a little straighter, like he's thinking of getting up.

"Don't make me come get you."

I shuffle back to my side of the bed and slide in slowly, trying to stay as far away from him as I can without falling off the mattress.

Damian knocks down the pathetic pillow-wall I built when he wrestled me into the bed with him hours ago, demanding that we at least sleep in the same bed. It takes him half the time to make it disappear than it took me to set up, and one less arm.

With a firm grip on my bicep, he pulls me across the mattress and into a trap of his arms.

"Was my d*ck in the dream everything you remembered it being?"

I swallow audibly and try to move away from him, which only makes his vice-like grip tighten.

"There wasn't...there was no d*ck."

His eyes darken to match the room. "Then what? My fingers? No," he says after reading my expression better than I imagined he could, "My tongue. How was it?"

"Stop it, Damian. This is cruel."

"Cruel," he snarls the words like its very existence offends him. "This is not cruel. This is us finally talking about the truth of what we both want. What we've missed for eight years."

Eight years. That's how long it's been since he abandoned me without notice. What was I to make of his disappearance if not the fact that he was done with me and he was throwing me out like last week's trash.

It's exactly the reminder I need.

I push against him with all the strength my tired limbs contain. When that doesn't work even after three tries, I kick and knee and flail until he lets me go with a string of sharp Italian curses.